The thought that maybe I can get really fast on my crutches like when I was in kindergarten and could win any race with a little hop in between each forward swing of the crutches (those are glory days—I never won a race previously or afterward. That makes 31.5 years of slowpokiness, people.)

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it's really not that interesting of a story. I was stepping off a treehouse landing,holding my 3 year old and I missjudged how high the step was and stepped into the grass all funky. I heard the pop and rolled onto the ground with the wee one and just layed there for a while trying not to cry.

I saw the recognizable walking cast and let out an empathetic sigh...I have been there. Too many times to admit. Enjoy your movies, books and down time -- though I know it's not ideal. Here's to quick & real healing.

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